With Consternation

It might take longer reaching there.

The path is jagged and I need to yield to traffic from the other side.

There are butterflies in my stomach as I navigate the roads skilfully, with one eye on the look out for a traffic cop.

I am committed to attending the gang’s meeting at the other end of town. Future plans will be laid out after that.

It doesn’t help that I’m in Canada, but do not hold a valid driving license. I reassure myself by touching the gun under the seat. It is my ticket to freedom if trouble erupts.


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